Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. The National Review - Página 9editado por - 1857Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| Richard Morris, Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1878 - 120 páginas
...22. The often copying of it wearied him out. 23. Though a mere boy he is the very person we want. 24. Ah ! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1879 - 336 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge, — So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others... | |
| 1879 - 524 páginas
...of half-awaken'd birds To (lying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmerin;; square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On line that are for others... | |
| 1880 - 74 páginas
...poet : VOL. XLV. 45 Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns, The earliest pipe of half awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement...square, So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Yes, sad and strange, and " wild with all regret," these days of youth that are no more. There is nothing... | |
| Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1873 - 584 páginas
...remembered long ago — before the dawn ; and the sweet words of the poet came into her mind : — " Ah! sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge, — So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. ergrown Like a rock of ocean's own, Topples o'er the abandoned s half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1881 - 742 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love Ixlow the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. ' Dear as remember' d kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy * feign'd On lips that are for... | |
| Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. • 4 4 ля remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 502 páginas
...below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the Cays that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark summei dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1881 - 588 páginas
...the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawus The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying...dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering sqnare ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as rerneinber'd kisses after death, And... | |
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